Mother's Flowers

This piece is for my mother who I have been thinking about. Wish I could share my art with her but hopefully she can see it. She would have been my greatest supporter but she never knew I started doing artwork. My mother and I would watch my father paint for hours transfixed and always adoring of whatever he produced.  I grew up with the smell of turpentine in the house. I still love the scent! I never believed I would be an artist and neither did anyone else. I had a completely different path but that road closed up and so here I am.  This painting represents my feminine side. Whenever I paint flowers my heart is happy.